Quietly,
the morning slips into my mind
consciousness full
sound blend with yesterday's memories.
Quickly,
light is upon me - in all directions
birds looking for shelter
impending rains.
Quality,
blending of sights, sounds, imaginations
foaming to break free from
the surrounding atmosphere.
Quarterly,
the day begins with me or my observations
season fly by unnoticed when
when eagles circle nearby.
Qualitatively,
moods change inside out - outside in
pawning themselves out to
the highest living bidder.
Questionably,
all my views have been surrendered
observations as well as thoughts
leaving me hollow inside.
Qualmishly,
my days end in a rush - prepared reluctance
drowning in self-pity, self-inflicted
failing to see the fading light.
October 26, 2025
